every year i debate whether or not my kids are going to participate in halloween.
("participate" is a much friendlier word than "celebrate.")
i mean, we really don't have to debate whether or not the nights a little evil right? there are skeletons hanging from my neighbor's trees. and tortured creatures laying about the yard. and children dressed up as though they might kill me coming to my front door.
so yeah, should i really be telling my kids this is all ok?
maybe this is the year i finally put my foot down and keep the porch light off and lock us in the house and read Bible stories or something.
but then... i think of all the chocolate i can confiscate from my kids.
and i cave.
and besides, i'm a sucker for them dressed up all cute.
(knight armor made by daddy.)
and of course my little bear wouldn't keep his head on for longer than a couple pictures.
in the door, stripped down, and sugared up.
and as soon as you go to bed, little buddy, that twix in your pumpkin pail is mine.